The Office Flirt - Sex Stories

The Office Flirt

... husband?"

"He'll be at work, he doesn't know, and if you're only filming it doesn't count as cheating on our partners, does it?" she giggled.

I paused and pondered while pouring the hot water into our drinks.

"Think of it as a special birthday present from me to you, and vice versa," she smiled.

"I'm very tempted, the chance of not just watching videos you've sent but actually filming you myself intrigues me," I told her.

I watched as she pressed her phone a couple of times, and mine pinged. I read the simple message. Her address, three kisses, and 'I knew you'd want to' written.

She lifted her skirt again, rubbed her fingers across her clit, and smirked at me.

"It will have to be tonight though, the girls want to go out tomorrow night as it's our last day," she smiled, "This beauty and I can't wait until tonight."

She took her mug, kissed my cheek again and walked towards the door, holding her dress up to expose her pert round arse to me as she swished away. I wondered if I was doing the right thing, but at least my filming meant I could direct more, and get her to do things I liked, I had a couple of ideas already.

Confident that I would be tempted, Hannah later sent me a message telling me to get there around 8 pm, plenty of time for Dean to be out of the way and to get things ready. I got in the car, put the address in my Sat Nav and headed for the address she'd given me. I got there ten minutes early and looked about the street. Sure enough, ...

... the address she'd given me was a ground-floor flat, with houses on the other side of the road. I found myself wondering if anyone who lived in those houses had seen any of her antics. Lucky them if they had. I sat in the car for around five minutes, and only one car drove past and nobody walked by. At least with the road being very quiet there wouldn't have been much chance of being caught by anyone walking past.

I got out of the car and stood facing her house. I could see her moving about, wearing a dressing gown. I couldn't tell if that was her bedroom or not, but either way, anyone would have had a good view even from here if she'd been naked. Checking nobody was about, I didn't want anyone seeing then asking Dean who the visitor had been, I walked down and rang the doorbell.

She opened the door and peered around, giving a broad smile on seeing me, then opened the door wide to let me in. If I'd been bothered about anyone being about she wasn't. The dressing gown wasn't fastened, and she was naked underneath, seemingly not caring about standing in her open doorway like that. She followed me in, and into the living room I remembered, the room facing the road. She showed me through to the bedroom at the back. I looked through the window, the garden wasn't that long and there were houses behind. Perhaps they had an even better view. She walked over and shut the curtains.

"You can't do that, they need to be open," I told her.

"But somebody might see you in here," she ...